The super-heroine straightened her long legs and catapulted herself off the ledge of the building. Her slender form crossed the twenty-foot chasm with ease before landing effortlessly on the other side. She continued on without breaking stride, her powerful gait propelling her forward with catlike speed and grace over the rooftops.
The tightly packed urban canyons of the world’s largest city proved little challenge to the young woman’s athletic prowess as she leapt from building to building. Her endurance, it seemed, had no bounds. Finally, after putting nearly a mile of dilapidated office buildings and ramshackle warehouses behind, the lithe heroine came to a stop.
The girl’s long brown hair fluttered in the cool night breeze as she crouched on the very corner of a four-story structure and looked down on the boulevard below. The intersection was empty, its cold, silent darkness interrupted only by the periodic click and glare of an overhead traffic light. The quadrants of the intersection alternated with hypnotic precision, green, then red, then green once more.
By the time the light had changed twice, the twenty-one year old woman had caught her breath. She was a meta-human. She was gifted with physical abilities that would put those of an Olympic athlete to shame. The muscles of her arms were chiseled and hard. Her shoulders were broad and her waist narrow. Her hips, exposed beneath the high cut of a revealing costume, were slender and strong. Her legs, seemingly far too long for a woman of her size, flexed with a hidden strength that might, like that of coiled springs, be released in a sudden, powerful burst.
Yet though she was in every way an athlete, the angles and curves of her body seemingly having been carved from granite and molded from steel, there could be no denying that she also possessed an extraordinary feminine beauty. Her hair, straight and dark, flowed from her unadorned head and across her shoulders like the glittering water of a mountain brook. Her neck was long and thin. High cheekbones and a narrow jaw accentuated a perfectly straight nose. Her skin was tanned bronze and unblemished. Her lips were full and red and seemed to project a constant pout. Her eyes, brown and wide, sparkled with a wisdom beyond her years. Her natural, girl next door, beauty required but a small amount of makeup and this she used expertly to enhance her already striking features.
Thus it was that Elle Mental could have been both professional athlete and fashion super model, yet she was neither. Her path had been chosen for her since the day her mutant powers had first manifested. Society had labeled her a freak and an outcast. It had tried to lock her away. She was something different, after all, and therefore something to be feared. Her athleticism was too great and her beauty too striking. But even more than these things, society feared Elle Mental’s mind the most.
Her genetic mutation extended beyond her physical attributes. It was her mind that made the young woman truly fearsome. Her friends and foes alike had come to know her as one of the world’s most powerful telekinetics—One of the rare breed of meta-human that could reach out and literally interact with the world using nothing more than her mind. Channeling her awesome power through the rope that she wore coiled above her right hip, Elle could easily exert more force with her fantastic mind than she could with her tremendous body. And this ability, possessed by only a few other people in the entire world, made her something altogether unique and something altogether threatening to normal humans.
Like a she-leopard surveying her domain, the beautiful girl crouched stoically atop the ledge of the building and continued to peer down at the hypnotic lights of the intersection. Her violet costume made her nearly invisible in the darkness of the night. But she had paused too long. She was not invisible. Somebody—something—was watching her.
The click of a camera shutter gave the device away and wakened the heroine to the fact that she was no longer alone. She turned on her heels with mongoose-like speed and quickly located the unwanted visitor. It floated in the air above her, several feet away.
“Damn,” Elle muttered under her breath. “I thought I had lost it.”
She turned back toward the edge of the building and dropped off the side like a suicidal jumper. At the command of her super-human mind, the rope leapt from her hip and uncoiled in her right hand.
The free end shot forward like a bullet from the barrel of a gun and extended outward until the rope reached its full, twenty-foot length. It wrapped securely around a power line that ran across the street to a building on the other side of the intersection. Elle’s body picked up speed and continued to descend but the slack in the rope was used up long before she reached the pavement. She pressed her long legs together and straightened them out in front of her. Just as her lithe body began to swing upward, she mentally commanded the rope to release its grip on the power line. She tucked her knees into her chest and allowed her body to roll backward, taking advantage of the natural momentum created by her swinging motion. She completed two perfectly executed back-flips before landing softly in the center of the street.
In response to a mental command, the rope quickly coiled and returned to its place on her hip. Elle glanced toward the spot she had rested, four floors above. The spying device still hovered there, the wide lens of its single glass eye following her movements. “Curse the MCT and their futuristic technology!” she hissed. “Will they never leave me alone?”
The young mutant dashed down the sidewalk and ducked into a narrow alley. It was one o’clock in the morning on a cloudy, moonless night, but she possessed excellent night-vision and her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. Never the less, in her rush to put some distance between herself and the MCT spy-drone, she banged into a metal garbage can and sent it sprawling noisily across the asphalt surface of the alley.
“Cripes!” the heroine hissed in anger. “Why not let yell at the top of your lungs and let the whole world know where you are? As if the MCT needs any help to track you--”
In confirmation of her fears, the spy-drone appeared at the entrance to the alley, behind her. Elle hurtled over the fallen trashcan and sped deeper into the shadows. She rounded a second corner and carefully high stepped her way through the maze of shattered glass, decaying garbage bags, empty cardboard boxes, and discarded milk crates that littered the alley.
“Ah, yes,” she muttered in disgust. “The Darkwater scenic route. As if the streets were not disgusting enough, now I find myself trudging through this back-alley sludge!”
The “Darkwater” was the common name for the River District. It was dirty. It was poor. It was run down and it smelled. It was also where most of the criminal element hung out and therefore it was where a super-heroine like Elle Mental typically spent most of her time. Still, Elle was a high-class gal and she had never quite developed a taste for the low-rent slums.
The young brunette leaped into the air and front-flipped over a dumpster that completely blocked the end of the narrow alley. She landed softly on the other side, in a crouch and ready for action. Her eyes darted up and down the dimly lit street. She knew that she had to be careful. The spy-drone itself was not a danger, perhaps, but the same could not be said of the squad of MCT mercenaries to whom it belonged.
Because of her past, and the fact that she had spent almost two years imprisoned in the Institute of Genetic Studies, Elle was intimately familiar with the Mutant Capture Team and their tactics. She knew that spy-drones, with their low-light, high-magnification cameras and anti-gravity flight modules, were expensive and relatively rare components in the MCT arsenal, and assigned only to the elite recon squads. Such squads consisted of eight mercenaries and a squad leader. They patrolled the streets of the city in large black vans that contained a rich assortment of communication devices, surveillance and detection tools, and both lethal and non-lethal weaponry. And if the spy-drone was on to her, Elle knew, the van and its soldiers would not be far behind.
Elle hurried across the street. It was a mistake. No sooner had she reached the dashed white line in the middle than her lithe form was painted by a pair of ominous looking headlights fifty feet to her right. Trying to subdue her dread, she stopped and peered in the direction of the lights. “It may not be the black van,” she tried to reassure herself. “It may be nothing more than some gang-bangers out looking for trouble.”
A second bank of lights, these attached to the top of the vehicle and brighter still than the headlights, flashed on and nearly blinded the worried heroine. Her gorgeous body was now bathed in the bright light. Gang-bangers or no, Elle could imagine the leering eyes scoping out her slender yet powerful body from inside the vehicle. Her costume was skintight, after all, and revealed every bump and curve of her voluptuous, five-foot six-inch figure.
A smoldering fire consumed the silent fem’s eyes and seemed to say what her voice did not. “Enjoy the view, bastards, but know that you will never lay a hand on this body.” Once again, the beautiful brunette hoped the vehicle belonged to some gang-bangers. She had come out on patrol on this night intent on finding trouble. Her warrior spirit demanded that she find danger and stare it down. But the spy-drone had been an unexpected interruption. It had turned the tables on her. Where once she had been the hunter, now she was the prey.
The vehicle slowly closed on her position. It moved quietly, its engine only barely audible. Elle could see now that it was larger than a normal passenger truck or car. There could be little doubt, really—It was the MCT.
“Remain where you are!” a male voice stated through a loud speaker on top of the van. “You are surrounded. Escape is impossible.”
“Surrounded my ass!” Elle snarled as she quickly spun around and prepared to flee. “If they think they can sneak up on me that easily then they have another thing coming--”
The heroine halted in her tracks. In front of her and not more than a few feet away, their bright blue uniforms reflecting brightly in the spotlights of the van, stood three MCT soldiers. The first had a police baton in his hands. The second had a smirk on his face. The third had lust in his eyes.
“My, my!” said the soldier with the baton. “If it isn’t the famous Elle Mental, out on her midnight patrol!”
“Looking good, Elle!” the man with the smirk commented while checking out the heroine’s slender figure and revealing costume. “Out battling crime on this fine evening, I suppose? Defending the citizens of Megapolis, and all that?”
“Naw,” the man with lust in his eyes interjected. “There are only hookers out at this time of night. I think the super-tramp is trying to make some money.”
“Is that right, Elle? Are you offering your services?”
“Hell, she can be my ten-dollar ho, anytime. Now, why don’t you be a good little super-zero and get on your knees and suck me off, ho? You do that and maybe we will go easy on you. Not that you’ll actually get ten dollars from me.”
“That’s right,” the one with the baton snickered. “Prisoners of the MCT don’t need money. You’ll do us for free or we’ll force ourselves on you. It’s your choice, super-tramp.” Elle’s eyes narrowed. The men were trying to make her angry, she knew. Trying to buy time while the rest of their squad exited the van and took up positions around her. The thing was, the idea of escape was no longer on her mind. They would just hunt her down again, anyway. Better that she make her stand here. Better that she teach these MCT goons a thing or two about manners. “First of all,” Elle answered coolly, “I am not your whore. Second, ten dollars to ‘suck you off’, as you so eloquently put it, would come out to about five dollars an inch, which is still probably more than losers like you can afford. And lastly, if it is a choice that you are offering, then I chose to rearrange your body parts.”
The mercenary holding the baton was the bravest and stepped forward first. He raised his weapon to shoulder level and quickly swung it at Elle’s head. But the beautiful mutant was ready for the attack. Her hand moved like lightning and caught the oncoming baton inches from her face. Her fingers tightened around the hard wood shaft and for a long moment the heroine and her surprised attacker tested one another’s strength as they struggled for control of the weapon.
The MCT soldier wore a blue, tight-fitting bodysuit. The material of the uniform was reflective and glittered brilliantly in the bright lights of the van. But the costume was for more than just show. Pleated within layers of the special fabric and fastened to a thin but highly durable exoskeleton were rows of cybernetic implants. The implants provided the wearer of the uniform with three-times his normal strength. It transformed an already good soldier into a super-soldier.
Elle knew that the MCT needed such high-tech devices to fulfill its publicly stated mission of capturing and imprisoning super-criminals. Most citizens of Megapolis supported the MCT in this effort. Most believed that the MCT was a part of the Megapolis police department and that it acted for the good of honest people. Few knew the truth. Few knew that the MCT was actually a secret organization within the federal government that answered only to those at the highest levels of the intelligence community. Few knew that the MCT’s real objective was to capture and imprison all known mutants, whether they be
criminally inclined or not, for the purpose of studying, controlling, and possibly duplicating the fantastic abilities that they possessed.
But Elle knew all of this. And she knew that if she lost this battle her freedom would once again be taken away and she would be returned to the Institute for Genetic Studies, the prison owned and operated by the MCT. Her eyes narrowed. The muscles of her lithe body hardened. Her grip on the baton tightened. She looked into the soldier’s eyes and could see him straining. Sweat beaded on his brow. His left hand joined his right in an effort to retain control of the weapon.
Elle’s arm was beginning to ache. She considered following the soldier’s suit and raising her free hand to join in the struggle. But all at once, the baton shattered. The two combatants pulled away from one another, each parting with a section of the shattered wood. The MCT soldier looked at his broken weapon in disbelief. Elle cast her half away in disgust. Moving with cat-like speed, she lunged at the man and chopped him across the neck. Though protected by his bodysuit, the soldier cringed in pain and clutched at an injured windpipe. Elle did not allow him to recover. Spinning on the ball of her right foot, she lifted her left leg high into the air and kicked the man in the side of his head. He crumpled like a lifeless sack of potatoes.
“You’ll pay for that, super-tramp!” the mercenary with the smirk stated angrily. “You can’t treat an MCT soldier that way!”
Elle thought the man’s bravado masked his fear. That he did not attack immediately confirmed her suspicion. Without hesitation, the virtuous girl took a step toward the soldier and leapt into the air. The heel of her right foot collided with his chin and nearly tore the man’s head off. His body was launched across the street and landed hard next to the curb. The stunned mercenary struggled to rise but eventually gave in to the trauma of a broken jaw and collapsed face first in the gutter.
The third soldier, the one with lust in his eyes, was older and more experienced than his fallen comrades. He attacked with an effective display of courage and speed. He struck Elle on the shoulder with the palm of his right hand and knocked the beautiful heroine off balance. He grabbed her left arm and roughly spun her around. Before she could react, the soldier wrapped his arms around her upper torso and bear-hugged her slight frame from behind.
Using his cybernetically enhanced strength to its full advantage, the soldier picked Elle up off the ground and squeezed with all his unnatural might. The gloved fingers of his hands locked together above her sternum. He pinned her arms beneath his, flattened against her sides. The heroine groaned in pain as he tried to squeeze the life out of her slender body.
Elle’s fists clenched but she found that she could not raise her arms. Her long legs dangled uselessly toward the ground. Her attacker held her tightly, her back pinned against his chest, and continued to squeeze her torso with every ounce of strength he could muster.
“Let go of me!” Elle panted.
“Not until my mates arrive,” the soldier replied.
Elle looked toward the black van. It had come to a stop and from within the glare of the lights she thought she could make out movement—Several more soldiers where approaching. The cold hand of fear clutched at her heart. If the men arrived while she was being held, she would surely have no chance at victory or escape. She needed to break the hold now or it would be too late.
The desperate heroine flailed at her attacker with the back of her head, but he was expecting the obvious maneuver and avoided it easily. Elle groaned again as the knuckles of his hands dug deeper into her sternum. Her ribcage felt as if it might shatter. Her lungs were burning for air. For a long moment, her lithe body went limp. Her head fell back and slumped across the top of her opponent’s left shoulder. She considered giving up.
“No!” she cried out as a surge of panic driven energy renewed her failing spirit. “I will not go back to that place! I will not be taken back to the Institute!”
Remembering the martial arts training that she had received while living in East, the valiant heroine writhed within the grasp of her opponent and found enough wiggle room to raise her right hand up and across her flat stomach. She clutched the thumb of the soldier’s left hand and pried it away from his tightly locked fingers. With a final, desperate, attempt, she yanked it down and to the left.
The response of her foe was immediate. With a howl of pain, the soldier released his hold and allowed Elle’s one-hundred and twenty pound body to drop back to the street. He raised his right arm
into the air and clubbed her across the back of the head. The force of the blow was terrific and the young heroine was sent sprawling across the asphalt.
Elle landed roughly and groaned as a spike of pain stabbed through her skull. But she was free, and that was the important thing, she knew. She rose to one knee and looked up at her attacker. The soldier seemed less interested in her than he did in his injured thumb. Still, she now had greater worries than old Lusty Eyes. The rest of the MCT squad had taken up positions around her. There were six of them, all dressed in the blue uniforms. Three carried batons. One of them carried a stun pistol. One carried a larger device that she did not recognize.
“You might as well give up, Elle,” the one nearest to her stated matter of factly. “You are a talented fighter, but you do not have a chance against an MCT squad. Surrender now and you will not be harmed.”
Lusty Eyes seemed irritated. He held his injured hand in front of him and scowled. “What are you talking about, Lieutenant? She just trashed two of our guys. And I think she broke my thumb! I say we have a little fun with the tart.”
“That’s enough, Sergeant. If she surrenders now, we will simply take her into custody, nothing more. After all, we are not animals. We are the good guys.”
Elle looked up at the lieutenant with disgust. It seemed that he was having a grand joke at her expense.
“On the other hand,” the lieutenant continued, “if she continues to resist than I cannot be held accountable for what happens to her. Spoils of war, and all that, you know?”
“War?” Elle blurted out in anger. “Is that what you call it? Is that what you call the abduction of innocent people?”
The lieutenant laughed. “Of course it is war! It is war between humanity and meta-humanity. The good guys against the freak shows. You should all be locked away. And you, Elle—You are hardly innocent.”
“I am what the MCT made me, creep!”
The man shrugged. “Ah, well, I made the offer. If you will not surrender then I cannot be held responsible. Boys will be boys, and all that. Sergeant, take this mutant into custody. Do with her as you will, but do not seriously harm her. I believe that Major Justice himself has an interest in the slut and you know that I do not want to disappoint the Major.”
Elle’s fists clenched in anger as the lieutenant turned and walked back toward the van. His bigoted opinions towards mutants infuriated her, though she had come to expect such irrational beliefs from normals. But more, his cavalier attitude concerning her personal well being was more than she could take. How dare he casually throw her to his pack of wolves as if she were nothing more than a sex toy and then have the gall to feign concern for her simply because she was of some interest to his superior officer?
“Damn you!” Elle screamed while getting to her feet. “Damn you and all those like you!” The incensed heroine launched herself at the lieutenant’s back. She would show him! She would rip his head off and—
The hard shaft of a baton bounced off Elle’s jaw and ended her attack before it even began. The young beauty collapsed to the street and rolled wearily onto her back. She looked up at the leering face of the soldier that had felled her. This was no way to win a battle, she knew. She had to maintain her cool, even if that meant putting aside, for the moment, the insults and taunts that were being thrown her way. She had to concentrate on the fight. She had to focus her energies.
Moving quickly, the lithe heroine rolled onto her hip and snapped a powerful kick at her attacker’s ankles. The blow landed squarely and knocked the soldier’s feet out from under him. He toppled head over heels to the pavement like a bowling pin that had been solidly scored.
Elle was on her feet in the blink of an eye. Surrounded as she was by MCT soldiers, finding a target for her next kick was not difficult. The unfortunate victim of her attack landed several feet away, face down and out cold.
“You little bitch!” the soldier with the baton shouted while rising to his feet and coming back for more. “I’m going to knock you into tomorrow!”
Though heavily muscled and well conditioned, the soldier was young compared to most of his mates. He was probably no more than a private. But he certainly had enthusiasm for his job, Elle had to admit. She ducked as the boy’s weapon cut through the air over her head. She dodged as he whipped it toward her stomach. She avoided two more blows by crouching and rolling to her left. Her counterattack was swift and efficient. A straight left snapped the boy’s head back. A hard right uppercut straightened him up. A perfectly executed roundhouse kick impacted with his burly chest and sent him tumbling backward across the street. She moved forward to finish him off—
Suddenly, a bolt of bright green light cut through the battlefield and struck Elle on the right shoulder. The beautiful heroine cried out in pain and crumpled to the pavement. Her chest heaved as she desperately tried to catch her breath and subdue the agonizing ache in her arm. Slowly, she pulled herself to her knees. She raised her head and searched for source of the brutal assault.
The soldier that had attacked her stood several feet away, a smug look on his face. He continued to point a stun pistol at the fallen heroine. The barrel of the weapon glowed with an ominous green hue, indicating that it was fully charged and ready to fire a second time.
“That brought her to her knees,” the soldier said with satisfaction.
Elle had been shot with the stun pistols before. She knew that her superior physiology could endure one shot and maybe even two, but not much more. Her excellent vision could see the soldier’s index finger tightening across the trigger for a second blast. But the bolts of plasma released by the weapon traveled relatively slowly—If she reacted quickly, she might still have a chance.
Relying once again on her cat-like reflexes, the beautiful heroine rolled backward and came up in a crouch. As the soldier pulled the trigger and released a second blast, Elle leapt into the air and watched as the globe of green light cut through the air beneath her and impacted harmlessly against the wall of a nearby building. Twisting in mid air so that she was facing her foe, she mentally commanded the rope on her hip to uncoil and attack.
The MCT soldiers had been briefed on Elle Mental’s mutant abilities. Yet so spectacular and sudden was the display of her amazing power that not a one of them could do more than look on in utter amazement as her telekinetically controlled weapon danced through the air around them. The rope moved with lightning speed and seemed to have a life and mind of its own as it circled and enmeshed the soldier holding the stun pistol. In the blink of an eye, the rope secured his arms and legs in a hopeless mesh of loops and coils and tied itself off behind his back.
Elle landed softly on the street on looked on in satisfaction as the enmeshed soldier tottered over and fell helplessly to the pavement. Yet her pleasure was tempered by the knowledge that she had used up her best weapon. Without the rope, she would not be able to manifest her power a second time. She would have to rely on her own formidable fighting skills the rest of the way.
Still, there were only four soldiers remaining—five if she counted the lieutenant. Lusty Eyes had a broken thumb. Baton Boy was back on his feet but looking the worse for wear. The third soldier, standing behind her, also carried a baton but seemed reluctant to attack. The fourth man, a particularly rough looking fellow with a tremendous physique, had a larger weapon. It was clearly a gun of some kind, though the barrel was large enough to fire a cantalope. And although Elle did not know what it was for, she could see that it was pointed directly at her.
“Eat on this, super-slut!” the man shouted as he pulled the trigger.
The weapon fired with a loud pop. But rather than discharge a projectile or energy beam, the gun released a fast moving, lightweight, durable patch of netting. Elle’s eyes opened wide as the net quickly expanded to its full ten foot by ten foot size and rapidly closed the distance on her. Reacting on instinct, she coiled her long legs beneath her and sprung to the side. She did not land well, bouncing and rolling across the rough asphalt surface of the street, but the scrapes on her knees and elbows were gladly accepted in exchange for an escape from the net.
The baton-carrying soldier behind her was not so fortunate. The fast moving netting impacted with him dead center and quickly wrapped him within its inescapable embrace. He fell to the ground in a heap, his arms and legs struggling futilely to break free of the cocoon in which he now found himself trapped.
“Damn it!” the mercenary with the web-gun screamed. He cast the empty weapon aside and charged Elle in a furious rage. She rose to her feet just as he arrived but it was too late—With a grunt, the
big soldier buried his shoulder into the heroine’s hard abdominal muscles and lifted her off the ground. His momentum carried them both forward to the side of the street. He slammed her down back first across the hood of a parked Buick. He clasped his hands together and raised them over his head. He hammered her on the stomach with all the force he could muster.
The beautiful girl groaned in pain and tried to sit up. A vicious, two-handed swipe to the top of her head knocked her back down across the hood. Her lower legs and feet dangled off of the Buick’s fender. She groaned again as a second hammer-strike pounded down on her abdomen.
The powerful soldier slammed blow after blow down on his faltering opponent. He used every bit of his cybernetically enhanced strength in an attempt to drive her slender body through the hood of the car. The Buick shook as the blows landed squarely on his target’s stomach. Finally, after succumbing to fatigue, the soldier stepped back and ceased his relentless attack. His mouth was open and he sucked in air. He looked down on his fallen foe. The beautiful mutant lay flat on the badly dented hood. Her arms lay unmoving at her sides. Her eyes were closed. A pained look was on her face. Her buxom chest heaved up and down as she struggled to recover her breath.
The soldier could not resist the sight of the gorgeous young woman lying helpless before him. Her violet costume fit her tremendous body like a glove. Her skin-tight arm-wraps accentuated the lean and femininely chiseled muscles of her biceps and forearms. Her thigh-high, spiked heel boots seductively revealed the contours of her long, shapely legs. The soft skin of her rounded hips was bare beneath the high cut of her outfit. Her strong thighs were parted. Her knees were bent over the top edge of the fender.
The soldier removed his gloves and allowed them to drop to the street at his feet. He moved in on the girl and hungrily slid his right hand inside her legs. The tanned skin of her inner thighs was as soft and smooth as a velvet pillow. He pushed his fingers higher and cupped her crotch. He gave her a good feel and snickered.
“Oh, yeah! Now we’re going to party!”
Lusty Eyes and Baton Boy moved closer and watched jealously as their mate began fingering the fallen angel through the fabric of her costume. With his free hand, the soldier reached up and grabbed a squeeze on the girl’s right breast. A large bulge appeared in the crotch of the soldier’s body suit as he became more excited.
“Shit! This girl is totally fine! We are going to have some fun, tonight!”
A soft moan escaped from Elle’s mouth. Her back arched atop the hood of the Buick and her body tensed. Her eyes opened as she emerged from the fog that had previously engulfed her mind. “What?” the beautiful heroine demanded frantically. “What are you doing?”
The soldier answered her question by grabbing the crotch of her costume and giving it a violent tug. Though the special fabric was durable, it was no match for the cybernetically enhanced strength of the man and quickly tore. Elle cringed as the middle finger of her attacker’s right hand slid into her slit and forced its way into her hole. She whimpered as the fingers of his left hand pinched down on her tit. “No! You cannot do this!”
“Shut your yap!” the soldier responded harshly. “There isn’t anything you can do to stop me!” “You tell her, Smitty!” Lusty Eyes interjected while approaching closer to join in the fun. He leaned against the Buick, his right thigh pinning Elle’s left leg against the fender. He took her left wrist in his hand and used his weight to secure it against the hood next to her hip. “You are going to be our super-zero ho, bitch!”
Elle struggled to free herself from the grasp of her vulgar attackers. Her lithe body writhed atop the smashed hood of the car. Her back arched as she tried desperately to sit up. But her left arm was pinned. Her lower legs were held tight against the fender by the men leaning over her. Smitty’s left hand was squeezing her right tit and holding her down. Her free hand tugged at his wrist, trying futilely to remove it from her chest.
“Stop!” the frantic heroine screamed. “You cannot do this to me!”
Elle gasped as Smitty’s fat finger forced itself deeper into her pussy. He buried it to the second knuckle and began probing her insides, searching out her g-spot. Her slender body jerked as he found it. Her attacker was relentless and skilled—Knowing that he had found one of her most vulnerable erogenous zones, he proceeded to rub his finger across it over and over again.
“Bastards!” the beautiful girl shouted in defiance. “Take your hands off of me this instant!” Smitty ignored the protestations of his victim and continued to manipulate her moistening pussy. His thumb began playing with her clit, flicking it up and down and encouraging it to emerge from within its warm home beneath her nether lips.
“Holy shit,” the excited soldier exclaimed. “Wait until I tell the guys that I brought off the infamous Elle Mental!”
“That’s the least we are going to do to her, Smitty,” Lusty Eyes replied while copping a feel on the girl’s left breast with his free hand. “Once she is good and wet, we’re going to fuck her good!” Elle sighed heavily as Smitty’s finger rubbed across her g-spot for the umpteenth time. From deep within her loins, she felt a warm tingling sensation beginning to grow—
“Oh, god, no!” she thought incredulously. “This cannot happen! I cannot give them the satisfaction of making me cum!”
But despite the virtuous girl’s revulsion at the idea of being forced to climax, she had to admit that it was becoming a likely possibility. Her womanhood was becoming moist. Her nether lips were opening of their own accord and becoming more accepting of the finger ravaging their precious treasure. Her clitoris was beginning to react to the stimulation of Smitty’s thumb and swell.
“Oh, yeah!” the offending soldier stated as if in confirmation. “It won’t be long, now. She’s starting to lubricate up real good!”
Elle bit her lower lip as Smitty squeezed her breast painfully. Though she seemed unable to remove the offending hand through strength alone, she thought that she might be able to counterattack in other ways.
“You will not… do this… to me…”
“Someone get over here and shove a dick in this girl’s mouth. I’m tired of listening to her complain!”
Baton Boy seemed ready to comply. Moving to the front of the Buick, he looked down on the restrained heroine and smiled deviously. He started to unzip his pants and prepared to climb up on the hood—
Elle shot the boy a mean look and gnashed her teeth threateningly. “Do not even think about it!” “Um, yeah,” the boy said while refastening his zipper and backing away. “Maybe later…” “You freakin’ scaredycat!” Smitty scolded his young comrade. “Get your ass over here and shut the girl up before--”
Smitty’s statement was cut short as the fingers of his victim’s right hand dug into his arm behind and just above the elbow. A pained expression took over his face as her fingernails made contact with a nerve bundle beneath the skin and set off his funny-bone reaction.
“Yeouch!” the soldier cried out. “What the hell are you doing?”
Elle sighed in frustration. The attack on the man’s sensitive nerve bundle was supposed to have deadened his arm and forced him to release his hold on her breast. But likely due to the protection provided him by his body suit, it had done little more than cause him a boo-boo.
“Damn it, let go of me!” she shouted while desperately clutching at his elbow. “Let go of me or I will--”
Elle’s hand quickly fell away from her foe’s arm. Her back arched as he defiantly rammed his finger deeper into her hole, burying it to its full length within her. Her mouth opened wide, forming a perfectly round “oh!” as she reacted silently to this new and devastating attack.
“Yeah, now you know who is in charge, don’t you mutant?” Smitty snarled while leaning down over her chest. “Now you know not to fuck with me!”
As her opponent’s finger did its magic inside of her, Elle knew that her body was reacting in ways that she might not be able to control. The tingling sensation in her loins was growing more intense. Her box was warm and beginning to ache. The invading finger was beginning to seem somehow less than adequate as her moist pussy began to loosen up and yearn for something altogether larger. Her hypersensitive clit was standing up and begging for more thumb action. Her nipples, bruised and hurt inside the rough hands of her foes, were becoming swollen and large. Her breath was coming in pants.
But the virtuous young woman thought again of the Institute. It was a horrid place, she remembered, and the last place in the world that she wanted to be. And though she was not yet
defeated, Elle knew that if these awful men made her cum then she might as well give herself up and let them drag her back there. It was as if, in her mind, her climax represented her surrender. “No!” she stated coldly while forcing her emotions back under her control. “I will not surrender myself to you! My body is not for the likes of scum like you!”
The beautiful mutant’s hand reached up and raked the face of her attacker. Fingernails ripped skin and left four bloody gouges in his flesh. The damage was cosmetic, at best, but the soldier reacted the way that she had hoped.
“You skank!” Smitty cried while pulling away from his victim. His finger came out of Elle’s hole. His left hand released her aching tit. He stepped back from the car, freeing up her right leg. All at once, Elle was able to move.
With the departure of his mate, Sergeant Lusty Eyes saw that he was now vulnerable. But his reaction was too late-- The valiant heroine snapped her free leg into the air and drilled a shin into his face. The blow snapped his head to the side and knocked him to one knee at the side of the Buick.
An enraged Smitty wiped the blood from his eyes and returned before the heroine could complete her escape. He grabbed her wrists in his hands and forced her back down on the hood. He leaned over her, using his weight to gain the advantage in an inherently unfair battle of strength. But Elle had been trained well in the martial arts. She did not need to rely on strength. She could just as easily use leverage to gain victory.
By leaning over her, the big soldier had left himself off balance. Elle raised her long legs and wrapped them around her opponent’s thick waist. She locked her feet behind him and squeezed, pulling him up onto the hood and drawing him down on top of her. His feet came off the ground. She intended to use her hips to roll him to the right and—
The beautiful girl’s eyes opened wide and she gasped in surprise as the hard bulge in the soldier’s pants made contact with her exposed and sensitive womanhood. She could feel the contours of his large shaft pressing against her swollen clit and aroused nether lips. Even through the padded fabric of his costume, she could feel the warmth of his excited muscle. Her own body, so aroused from the abuse that she had been forced to endure, seemed to want, on some primitive level, to give in to him. Even for her conscious mind, the feel of his cock pressing against her was a great distraction, ruining her concentration and destroying her focus on the battle.
Smitty continued to hold the girl’s wrists pinned to the hood of the car. He allowed his full weight to press down on her. Though her powerful legs were squeezing his waist and making it hard for him to breath, it was a position that he did not find completely uncomfortable. Her body was soft. Her tits were pressing into his chest. His swollen manhood, nearly ready to rip out of his tight-fitting bodysuit, was pressing erotically against her naked crotch. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she was getting totally turned on by it!
“You like this, don’t you super-whore?”
Elle did not reply but neither did she try to push the soldier away. Her eyes closed as he began to grind his bulging cock side to side and up and down across the wet opening to her hole. The aroused lips of her tight pussy moved back and forth with the movements of his pelvis as the bulge dragged across them. Had the soldier been unclothed, he would have been able to penetrate her easily. His heavily muscled chest pressed down on her swollen breasts, pinning her to the hood of the car. He buried his face in her hair and his hot breath caressed her right ear. His strong hands secured her wrists to the cool metal of the Buick.
Elle’s legs tightened around her attacker. A soft moan escaped her pouting mouth as the massive bulge in his pants pressed harder onto her aroused womanhood. The grinding movements of his pelvis succeeded in pushing her nether lips to the sides and opening her completely. Her swollen clit was exposed and vulnerable. The hard bulge pressed yet harder and even managed to penetrate her hole, albeit ever so slightly.
“Oh, yeah, you are a total slut,” he whispered into her ear. “You are totally getting off on this!” “No,” Elle whispered back. “I am just gathering my strength so that I can do this--” All at once the super-heroine shifted her hips and pulled with her legs. With a shove and a roll,
she forced her attacker over so that she was on top. He struggled to regain the upper position and she was more than happy to give it to him—As they rolled a second time, she used his own momentum to
carry them both off the front of the car. They tumbled together to the street and as Elle planned, she landed on top.
“You should not have removed your cybernetic gloves!” Elle chastised the man as she wrenched her hands out of his grip. “Without them, you cannot hope to match my strength!” The super-fem released her leg hold but continued to straddle the waist of her foe. She raised her right fist and prepared to drive a finishing punch into the big man’s head. But a hand from behind caught her arm before she could deliver the blow. She looked up and back over her shoulder. It was Lusty Eyes, back on his feet and angry at having been kicked in the noggin. Before the surprised heroine could react, she was lifted off of the fallen soldier and flung back into the middle of the street. Elle rolled with the throw and was back on her feet in an instant. She watched patiently as the Lusty Eyes and Baton Boy helped their mate off the ground. A quick glance around the battlefield confirmed that these three were the only MCT soldiers capable of carrying on the fight. Five other blue clad men lay on the pavement in various modes of distress—Three were unconscious, one was hopelessly tangled in the netting from the net-gun, and one was held securely in the coils of her rope. The lieutenant was nowhere to be seen, having most likely retreated to the safety of the black van. But despite the losses on the MCT side, the battle had not been good for her, either. She had been nearly raped and from the looks on the faces of the three remaining soldiers, they fully intended to finish the job. Elle self-consciously tugged at the torn fabric of her violet costume, trying without success to find a way to cover her exposed crotch.
Still, these last three would have to be made to pay. Smitty, in particular, had taken liberties that were completely out of line, even for MCT goons. How dare he lay a hand on her body? How dare he-- Elle yelped as something bit into her right butt-cheek. She looked down in shock and quickly removed the dart that had stung her. She held the vile thing in front of her and in stunned amazement examined it. A two-inch stainless-steel hypodermic needle glittered brightly in the lights of the van. A last drop of clear liquid on its tip left no doubt that it had contained some kind of drug. Already, after only a few short seconds, she was beginning to feel the effects.
“But how?”
The click of a camera shutter caught the heroine’s attention. She looked overhead and saw the source of the dart.
“The spy-drone! So they are putting weaponry on the drones, now? Damn!”
She allowed the dart to drop from her hand and fall to the street. Her head was beginning to swim. Stars flickered in front of her eyes. But she still had a chance, she figured. Though the dart had injected her with some sort of powerful anesthetic, it had probably not been intended specifically for her. And since her physiology was greater than that of normal people, and greater than that of most mutants, for that matter, it might not have been delivered in a large enough dose to knock her out. Still, it was making her wobbly and there were three MCT mercenaries ready to take full advantage of her weakened condition.
“Yeah! The lieutenant nailed her good!” Baton Boy shouted gleefully in reference to the fact that the spy-drone was being controlled via remote control from within the black van. “Shit!” Smitty snarled. “She should be down by now. Can the lieutenant hit her again?” “Not possible,” Sergeant Lusty Eyes replied. “The drone is only equipped with one dart. It looks like we’ll have to finish the job ourselves.”
“No problem,” Smitty answered sinisterly. “I’m not going to be satisfied until I get inside that girl. And from the looks of it, she doesn’t have much fight left in her.”
The soldier approached the dizzy heroine boldly. Elle could not help but notice that the bulge in the crotch of his bodysuit had grown even larger. She could clearly see the outline of a large cock snaking its way down the inside of his right pant leg. The sight of it filled her with trepidation. She knew that his threats were not idle—Smitty wanted to fuck her. And once he was done, the others would want their turns.
“Well, girl,” Elle whispered to herself, “it seems that the time of reckoning is at hand.”